Uncontrolled Negative Energy

Vegeta's soul body split open down the middle. Fragments drifted wildly in every direction, their color growing fainter and fainter.

Chen Mo activated Instant Transmission.

He appeared amid the fragments, pulled out a Recovery Capsule and crushed it. Green mist enveloped the pieces that were about to disperse.

The fragments stopped.

They began gathering toward the center, reforming.

Vegeta's face emerged from the glowing mist.

"Cough..."

Vegeta dropped to one knee, both hands braced against the grass.

His soul outline was a little fainter than before.

Recovery Capsules could repair souls, but the process was slower.

"Base combat power?" Chen Mo asked.

"Two hundred and fifty million," Vegeta said.

From two hundred and thirty million to two hundred and fifty million.

"Too slow," Chen Mo said.

"Your defense is too good." Chen Mo crouched down. "You're instinctively protecting yourself. A Saiyan's Stress Feedback only triggers when they're near death."

"The closer you are to death, the stronger the feedback. You were still blocking before you got scattered just now, which means your soul was still some distance from vanishing."

Vegeta's face darkened.

Chen Mo stood up. "Next time, don't defend yourself. Charge in and take the attack head-on. Let it punch through your soul core. I'll pull you back before you completely disperse."

Vegeta looked at Chen Mo.

"Can you guarantee you'll make it in time?"

"If I can't, you'll really die."

"..."

"You want to catch up to Kakarot."

Vegeta's soul trembled.

"You don't need to use that idiot to provoke me."

Vegeta turned toward the Cell Jr. waiting in the distance.

Its pinkish-green outer shell reflected the sunlight of Supreme Kai World.

"I'll make that thing beat me until I have only one breath left," Vegeta said. "You just need to drag me back before that breath runs